Post-Debate Soup

Yeah, yeah, I know… I’ve been absent from most of the pre-election gabfest. First of all, work is taking up lots of time these days. Then add the worry of our own personal looming fiscal cliff, one kid far away in liberal land and SICK, and generously over-season with frighteningly forgetful parents. That is my mood. Got a problem with it?

Honestly, I think it’s over. It was over before the first debate, the one where Obama didn’t show up. People began to quietly exhale and float the idea that the widely broadcast and thusly assumed second term wasn’t going to happen. On a short trip to North Georgia Saturday, we noted the absence of Obama signs. Anywhere.

Then last night, Obama came out on the offensive (literally) and turned off everybody else. The strident tone, the whining, the interruptions, the freaky body language, the continual lying. Even with a sympathetic moderator (in soccer, we’d call that “home-cookin'”), he came across as petulant and fractious, clearly annoyed that participation in such an event was beneath him. His own wife couldn’t follow the debate rules. Remember, rules don’t apply to them.

Romney acted more Presidential, if there even is such a thing anymore.